In particular, Robertson said at a Monday prayer service, he doesn’t want what is now a Category 4 hurricane still at sea to “hurt” Regent University and the Christian Broadcasting Network (CBN) — both founded by Robertson in the Virginia Beach area.

I don't think he's going to be able get out of it that way. He apparently demanded that it do no damage at all anywhere in the Tidewater.

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“We declare in the name of the Lord that you shall go no farther, that you will do no damage in this area,” said the 88-year-old host of “The 700 Club” on CBN. “We declare a shield of protection all over the Tidewater (in Virginia) and ... over those innocent people in the path of this hurricane. In Jesus’ holy name, be out to sea!”

-- I was also going to say something along the lines of 'King Canute wants his mindset back', but it turns out that I was probably unfairly maligning King Cnut, who apparently knew perfectly well that the tide wouldn't stop for him and, if the whole thing happened at all, was trying to make that point.

(I hope that Cnut's daughter was as happy about the marriage as Henry was, though.)

I'm not sure what part of my post could possibly result in people thinking I was serious. I mean, I'd be just fine leaving those two out on an unprotected island in the path of an oncoming hurricane, but I don't think they'd actually stop it.

No, I was facetiously responding to you as a resident of the tidewater region, what with your decrying whatshisname's decrees that we all be spared. I was jokingly implying that you’re saying that not because such decrees are ridiculous, but because you might have something against us.

I recall some years ago when he was urging his followers to pray that an incoming storm would miss his church, or broadcast center, or office building, or whatever facility of his it was heading towards. I remember thinking that if it *did* miss his place, someone whose property *did* get destroyed ought to sue him....

I'm not sure what part of my post could possibly result in people thinking I was serious. I mean, I'd be just fine leaving those two out on an unprotected island in the path of an oncoming hurricane, but I don't think they'd actually stop it.

I don't think anybody thought you were serious. That's why I said "facetiously".

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Originally Posted by ASL

No, I was facetiously responding to you as a resident of the tidewater region, what with your decrying whatshisname's decrees that we all be spared. I was jokingly implying that you’re saying that not because such decrees are ridiculous, but because you might have something against us.

Ah. And I thought you might be jokingly implying that crocoduck_hunter must have something against the region because of wanting to inflict both Trump and Robertson on it -- though I gather that it's already got Robertson. At least some of the time -- I wonder where he is right now.

It would not surprise me if he and his publicity department have already compiled their message lines for when this hurricane slams into the mainland:

- homosexuality in the US is what brought the storm
- see what God does when we oppose Trump
- God came to wash the scourge of socialism from the US
- believers did not believe enough
- the faithful need to pay me more to prevent it from happening again

It would not surprise me if he and his publicity department have already compiled their message lines for when this hurricane slams into the mainland:

- homosexuality in the US is what brought the storm
- see what God does when we oppose Trump
- God came to wash the scourge of socialism from the US
- believers did not believe enough
- the faithful need to pay me more to prevent it from happening again

On Lewis Black's Carnegie Hall album, there's an eerily similar scene with Black mocking George W. Bush for going to NORAD in Colorado Springs during Katrina, looking up at the map and going, "Stop! STOP!"

I don't remember the specifics of his visit there, though, so I don't know how much basis in fact it has.

But the sullen ocean answered with a louder, deeper roar,
And the rapid waves drew nearer, falling sounding on the shore;
Back the Keeper and the Bishop, back the king and courtiers bore.

And he sternly bade them never more to kneel to human clay,
But alone to praise and worship That which earth and seas obey:
And his golden crown of empire never wore he from that day.
King Canute is dead and gone: Parasites exist alway.